I have been pacing in my room for at least an hour. From one side, to the other, and back again. It has been at least an hour, maybe even two, since they showed me to the room and told me that they would see me in the morning. But inside of my head, I felt Jonathan reach out. He told me to stay here, and wait for him. But where is he? I am worried sick. He looked horrible. I need assurance that he’s fine, both physically as emotionally. My nerves are killing me. What if Jonathan is not ready to switch sides? What if, when I tell him what Raven told me, he does not agree and tries to convince me to keep working for the King? A gentle nock on the door grabs my attention, and I instantly ran to it to open it. My heart skips a beat when I see Jonathan. He’s wearing his black cloak, with the
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